Are you a pie snob?

I’ve been accused and found guilty:  I am a pie snob.

I adore pie, pie making, pie eating, every little flaky delicate crumb of the crust and luscious drop of filling.  I’ve been known to lick my plate, to shower the baker with kudos, to plead for more.

But pie at a restaurant?  I won’t waste the calories on it.  I can’t stand the heavy crust:  thick, sweet, solid. 

It seems like they make it in a huge vat, like they were making cookies instead of pastry, where speed and efficiency win out over delicacy. The crusts are heavy around the rim, too hard to cut with a fork.   And the filling ~ mostly sugar, with fruit that’s canned and bland, or a starchy, stiff meringue that makes me sort of gag.  I don’t care how good the restaurant is.  Don’t serve me pie there, even if they’re known for desserts.

But give me a piece of homemade pie and I’ll savor every bite.

What about you?  What are your criteria for eating pie out at a restaurant?

If you have a strong feeling about it one way or the other, let me know by commenting below or email This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.. And if you have a place in your town that serves genuine pie, made from scratch, by hand, let me know by commenting below or email This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..  I’ll compile a list and then go visit.  We can meet there over a piece of pie!